Page 53 of Inherting the Mafia

My gaze devoured Tony. The arch of his back, the ecstasy on his face, the sweat dripping off of his ink black hair, the curve of his neck, all of it, all of it was the most spectacular sight I'd ever seen in my life.

And when I actually pressed against the bump inside Tony, the man went wild, his hips thrusting, a keening cry leaving his lips as his entrance clamped down on my finger and Tony thrust erratically against me.

I watched the beauty of Tony coming apart before my testicles drew up and my own thrusts became sharper, my hips snapping until I came too.

Tony collapsed onto me, loose and tension-free. I stroked my hands lightly down his sweaty back, more content than I had ever been in my life.

I didn't want to give this feeling up.

Chapter Fifteen

~ Anthony ~

Things had happened suddenly and I was still reeling from them. I had noticed how attractive Vito was from the moment I laid eyes on him. His power and personality, not to mention how much he worried about me, had turned that attraction into something else.

I just hadn't been expecting it.

Hoping, but not expecting, especially since he had claimed to be fully in the closet. Now, he was walking down the grand staircase with me, his hand placed in the low of my back as if silently letting me know he was there to support me no matter what.

Why would I even consider giving this up?

The butler met us at the bottom of the stairs. "Mr. Luca and Mr. Nico are having breakfast in the dining room. If you'll follow me?"

I glanced at Vito, deferring to him in this situation. I didn't know what mafia etiquette was in a fancy place like this. It wasn't like this was my local burger joint.

Vito gave a barely discernible nod so I followed after the butler. He led us down the large hallway to a set of double doors. When we stepped inside the room, I gasped.

This was not a place I wanted to eat in.

I was afraid to breath let alone consume food.

Several floor to ceiling windows covered two separate walls, letting in a lot of sunshine. Vases filled with roses covered several different side tables. The large wooden table had to fit at least twenty people, if not more. Three crystal chandeliers hung over the table and there was a very ornate Persian-style rug under it.

I knew that from a magazine.

"If you'll follow me, sirs?"

Oh.

I quickly hurried to catch up with the butler. He led us through a doorway on the side of the room to a much smaller area, one that was more my style and not the King of France.

Luca and Nico were seated together, chatting as they ate.

"Good morning," Luca said when he spotted us. "I hope you had a restful night."

I didn't snort, but it was close.

"It was very nice, thank you."

"How are your injuries?" Luca asked as he looked at Tony. "You're looking a little better today."

"I'm still hurting a bit, and suspect I will be for the next week or so, but I definitely feel better." He smiled when he glanced at me. "Tony fixed me up pretty well last night."

I'd done something to him last night alright.

"Grab a plate," Luca insisted. "We can talk more in my study after we eat. As a rule, I don't talk business in front of Nico."

That made sense.

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